Re: [Carriage House: Raven & Atticus]
[Another man. She wasn't certain when he'd arrived, which meant she had, what?, fallen asleep? No, not sleep. Shock. He smelled different than Atticus, didn't carry the sharpness of wolf, but there was something else about him. Was he... familiar?
Her eyes were partly open, and she watched his hand grow closer, her beak opening to give a call in response to his greeting, but only a weak little squawk emerged. He was going to look at her wing, and she knew that was going to hurt. It wasn't bleeding, the damage apparently inside, even though some of her feathers were a bit askew from her tumble through the tree. She wasn't looking forward to this examination, but if Atticus had called someone to help, and this was that someone... She shuffled just a little bit in the blanket nest, angling herself so that her injured side was toward the new man. And then she hunkered down again, eyes closing slowly.]